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The Official Release Date for Broken Sunrise is….
AHHHHHH!!!!! I have the official release date from my publisher for BROKEN SUNRISE (Hardest Mistakes Book 3)!!! Dylan and Miya will be arriving on.....*drum roll*..... FEBRUARY 21st 2017! The countdown is on! I've included a snippet from one of my favourite scene's below to celebrate, as well as my favourite Quote from Dylan. Brace yourselves!

Also! There is a bonus chapter at the end of BROKEN SUNRISE that you don't want to miss. I will announce the pre-order and giveaway a few ARC's closer to the date through my Newsletter. It may or may not include the entire gang (FADING AWAY, NOVEMBER SKY and TWISTED STARS) in the same place at the same the same room...talking...Okay, I think you get it ;-) Here's a link to the BROKEN SUNRISE Pinterest Board if you are interested.

BROKEN SUNRISE – Dannielle Wicks

Hardest Mistakes #3

(I've taken out any spoilers, to keep the mystery :-P)
Also, quick disclaimer--Advanced and Uncorrected, Subject to change during edits.

"You were right. I can't be trusted around people." "What does that make me? A stuffed potato?" "I..." I close my mouth, unable to answer. She meant it as a joke. But I don't have it in me to laugh right now. She shakes her head, sincerity glowing in her dark eyes. "You're not evil, Dylan." Yes, I am. I turn away. She's going to try and convince me otherwise. I'm not listening to this. "Wait," she says quickly. I pause and look back over my shoulder at her. "I'll prove it to you. I'll prove you're not evil." I narrow my eyes and swing back to her. "How?" She hesitantly stands and grabs the key off the hook behind her without breaking eye contact. It’s almost as if she's trying to convince herself at the same time--like she doesn't really believe her own words. Then she's unlocking the door and walking towards me. I stay completely still as she stops an inch away from me and closes her eyes. I inhale sharply and immediately regret it. She smells amazing. Like flowers in a spring sun shower. Her fingers softly graze the side of my neck and I flinch away. Every breath is torture. "What are you doing?" "Shhh." She places her finger to my lips and I have to fight the urge to lick her skin like an animal. Am I still breathing? My fingers twitch at my sides. I want to touch her. But not for the right reasons. Her hand runs up my neck again and I gulp. Her skin is so soft and warm. "Do you feel like killing me?" Her question clears the haze from my mind, like a fog has lifted. "What? No..." She opens her eyes and leans forward...closer and closer until I can feel the heat of her breath on my chin. "What about now?" she whispers. Her heart pumps in my ears, echoing through my body. "Dylan?" There is a sliver of fear in her voice--it makes her fingers shake against my skin. She's scared of me. Then why is she in here trying to prove a point? I shake my head and close my eyes tightly, but that only makes it worse. My sense of smell, taste and touch sharpen. Her pulse thumps through her skin into mine. I can't control...I...

Coming to a bookstore near you - 21st Feb 2017

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